Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

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Although he was a little curious about how the other party recognized him, the Secretary still generously admitted his identity.

"Long time no see, You Biansheng."

"I didn't expect that little guy who was hugged by your father back then has turned into what he is now."

The moment he heard these words, You Biansheng confirmed in his heart that the young man in front of him was Mr. Ghost Slayer back then.

After all, I have never mentioned the scene at that time with outsiders, and only my descendants know this secret.

"Mr. Ghost Slayer, is it really you?"

Two lines of tears slid down rough cheeks, You Biansheng seemed to want to get off the chair.

But now he is no longer what he used to be, when his arms softened, his body tilted to the ground.

With a little effort on his feet, the secretary appeared beside him.

Stretching out his hand, he helped You Biansheng who was about to fall to the ground, and let him sit back on the chair.

You Biansheng just wanted to say something, but then there was a loud roar.

"Let go of my father!"

Following the prestige, I saw Yu Biandu holding a samurai sword and running towards here aggressively.

Behind him, followed by a group of warriors hired by You Bian's family.

You Biandu didn't expect that his father, who was supposed to be recuperating, was actually basking in the sun.

In addition, just now he saw the young man in front of him grabbing his father, as if he was doing something bad.

As soon as he thought of this, anger went to his head, and the thought of protecting his father replaced all reason.

Just when You Biandu was going to save his father at all costs, You Biansheng suddenly roared.

"Stop all of you!"

Although You Biansheng's time is running out, his roar at this moment is so loud, it doesn't sound like the voice of a dying person at all.

Gritting his teeth, he waved his hand sideways, motioning for his subordinates to stop.

Just as he was thinking about whether his father was being blackmailed, You Biansheng continued.

"Everyone else get out of here, Du'er, come here."

Before he had time to think about it, You Biandu dismissed the warriors and stepped forward alone with a knife.

Pointing at his son, You Biansheng's voice became louder.

"If you haven't put down the knife yet, do you want to attack our family's benefactor?"

Glancing at the secretary, You Biandu dropped the knife and squatted beside his father.

If the other party wants to attack his father, even with his own body, he will block it without hesitation.

Seeing that You Biandu had stabilized, You Biansheng slumped back on the chair as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Cough cough."

Covering his mouth, You Biansheng actually coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

You Biandu on the side was about to say something, but his father stared back at him.

"I made you laugh, Mister Ghost Slayer."

With an apology on his face, You Biansheng's voice became extremely hoarse.

Shaking his head, the secretary said.

"It's no wonder, after all, my appearance is really unconvincing."

In all fairness, if a young man suddenly appeared and said that he was a child 60 years ago, most people would probably not accept it.

"Du'er is a good boy, but his personality is a little impulsive."

"Give me a moment, let me explain to him."

Nodding his head, the secretary walked aside, leaving space for the father and son.

Although he could easily hear the other party's conversation, but out of etiquette, the secretary did not deliberately listen.

After a while, You Biansheng seemed to have finished his explanation.

At this moment, You Biandu's attitude, which was originally full of anger, has changed drastically.

I saw him rushing forward in front of the secretary, and knelt down with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, in front of his father, he kowtowed to the secretary a few times.

"Before swimming, my eyesight was clumsy, I did those stupid things, and almost made a big mistake."

"I don't want to ask my benefactor to forgive me. I just hope Mr. Ghost Slayer doesn't hurt my father. All responsibility is my fault."

After finishing speaking, You Biandu seemed to want to knock a few more.

Reaching out his hand, the secretary stopped him.

"You're just thinking about your father. What's wrong?"

Raising his head suddenly, You Biandu looked at the secretary who was smiling, tears streaming down his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Ghost Slayer."

"Slaying ghosts was something I came up with on the spur of the moment. My real name is Secretary."

Helping You Biandu up, the secretary said.

"Now, I can talk to your father."

Taking a few steps back, You Biandu bowed and said respectfully.

"I understand, Mr. Secretary, I will wait by the side, and you can come to me at any time if you need it."

After finishing speaking, he left in a tactful manner, and completely handed over the space and time to the Secretary and You Biansheng.

Taking a chair and sitting next to You Biansheng, Secretary Secretary said.

"These years, you have been looking for me very hard."

"Being able to see you again, Mr. Ghost Slayer, everything is worth it."

Shaking his head, there was no dissatisfaction in You Biansheng's words.

"I'm curious about your life over the years, can you tell me something about it."

"my pleasure."

In the following time, You Biansheng told the secretary what he had seen and heard in the past 60 years.

As small as the funny things he heard on the side of the road, as big as the plague he once saw covering a small town.

The more You Biandu talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the happier he became, while Secretary Si sat there quietly, acting as a qualified listener.

When talking about happy things, the two will laugh together.

When talking about sad things, the two will also feel down.

They are like friends who haven't seen each other for many years, sharing sorrow and joy.

Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, night has come.

After sharing the last story in his mind with the secretary, You Biansheng's old face was unexpectedly rosy.

Although it was only one day, he and the secretary recalled the past 60 years.

"Mr. Secretary, are you still doing ghost hunting and ghost hunting?"

As one of the survivors back then, You Biansheng naturally knew the existence of ghosts.

"Yeah, I promised a person that I would complete his unfinished tasks for him."

"Is it."

Nodding his head, You Biandu raised his head and looked at the vast night sky.

In his opinion, neither the crescent moon nor the surrounding stars are enough to describe the secretary.

Only the sun hanging high in the sky during the day is the best description for him.

He was obviously just an ordinary person, but he was lucky enough to meet this person who was like a scorching sun.

Being able to meet the secretary again at the last moment of his life, he felt that his life was complete.

"Mr. Secretary, may you always be as magnificent as the sun."

After a simple sentence, the smile on the corner of You Biansheng's mouth froze there.

His eyes stared straight at the night sky, as if he was waiting for the light coming from behind the black curtain.

Feeling that there are no regrets in life, You Bian beat him, and died.